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Chapter 1: Coming back home

"I have to tell my mom….she'll freak out if she finds from one of her friends…I'll miss you," Rose said.

"Rose…"said Scorpius.

"Yeah…Scor?" Rose replied.

"Nothing…Bye…" With that, Scorpius Malfoy gave his girlfriend of two months, Rose Weasley a quick peck on the lips and with his usual cocky smirk left.

Rose sighed as she watched him walk away. Looking around, she saw her mom, Hermione Weasley waving to her. Her 13 year old brother, Hugo was already being smothered with hugs and kisses from her mom. She shook her head. Her mom was never going to learn. She had two teenage children, yet she still treated them like they were still toddlers. She manoeuvred herself and her luggage cart quickly towards her mom.

"ROSIE!" Hermione squealed. "How was school? How is Albus? And James? And Fred…"

"Mom…Calm down…Everyone's fine. School's great…Professor Longbottom sends his love and said he would be there for the Christmas Dinner on Saturday. " Rose said exasperated.

"Where's dad?" Hugo inquired. Hermione's smile wavered a little.

"He has to work late again today. His boss wants him to look over a case."

"But isn't Uncle Harry dad's boss?" Rose asked confused. Hermione laughed.

"Yeah, he is baby girl." Hermione continued on as if she couldn't hear Rose's protests of not being a baby anymore. "There have been a lot of new cases at the Auror Department this week so Harry and Ron have been staying back. Look. We have reached the car."

Rose looked up. She blinked. They had indeed reached the car. She helped Hugo and her mom put the stuff away in the trunk and sat inside. She leaned against the window, lost in her thoughts.

Chapter 2: When we first met

***FLASHBACK***

Rose thought about the first time she had seen Scorpius. She had been eleven and it had been at King's Cross Station, the first time she was going to be going to Hogwarts.

"Look who it is."

Draco Malfoy was standing there with his wife and son, a dark coat buttoned up to his throat. His hair was receding somewhat, which emphasized the pointed chin. The new boy resembled Draco as much as Albus resembled Harry. Draco caught sight of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny staring at him, nodded curtly, and turned away again.

"So that's little Scorpius," said Ron under his breath.

"Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."

"Ron, for heaven's sake," said Hermione, half stern, half amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

"You're right, sorry," said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood."

She shook her head. Her dad would always be the same, he never changed. Even at that time, Scorpius had intrigued her. She guessed it was her mom, dad and her uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's curiosity that came into play, as they were always looking for trouble (so she had been told by her Grandma Weasley).